Author: Mozayik "the souls' poet"

The true story told in poetry. I am a Real and Raw Poet and Author of ”The Souls’ Poetry” my soul's true story of its’ journey to healing from the pain of childhood sexual trauma. I blog about my three-year commitment to therapy and what life is like before and after healing. Decreasing the stigma of mental illness, inspiring women to tell their stories, and leading women To and Through Therapy is my mission.

Dreams really do come true (faith without works is void)

I wake up every morning more happier than the next.  No matter the circumstances I believe in myself.  I believe in the God in me that helps me to manifest my vision.  There are moments throughout the day that I break out in a big ole smile and I want to jump up and down from the Joy unspeakable.  It has been my desire since I realized God had given me a gift, to share it with the world.  I have always just wanted to make a living doing what God gave me to do.

I am living my dream.  I will manifest the things God has given me to do.  I HAVE NO DOUBT

There have been many that said, “Yvette, this writing thing is what you should be doing.”  I cant even number the confirmations given by the Universe that said to me, “write woman, write”.  I answered the call and am now on purpose, living in the will God’s has for my life.

My mind is saying, “Wow, it really is true what the bible says about your gift making room for you.”My soul is saying, “Wow, she is really ready to walk in her purpose.”

My body is even falling in line with purpose.  My rheumatologist told me at the last appointment, “You only need to see me on a as needed basis.” 2010 ended with my declaration to commit to healing my mind, body and soul.  I spent most of my time in bed then because of the pain that made me depressed, because of the depression that made me hurt. It was a vicious cycle of pain and depression.

If I had not been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia I would not have taken control of my life and started the road to recovery.  If it were not for this dreadful condition causing me to be still long enough to research and implement major life changes that have profoundly improved my quality of life.

The better I be, the better God can use me.

It does get better later.

Holding on to happy Is easy to do after therapy. 

I am literally loving the skin I am in. I have self-worth. There was a time in my life when I did not know what self-love felt like. After therapy I understand how to keep loving myself no matter the circumstances.   There have been  times in my life recently when I’ve been challenged to be who I say I am.

Before therapy I thought I really  trusted God,  and I did, according to my life experiences at that point in life.  I had to learn how to rely on the God in me. Because I am made in the image of God. I  have the God-given attribute to speak things into existence. God gave that attribute to all of us. I have experienced creating my desires with the words I have spoken. Before therapy I didn’t have the ability to trust anyone not even myself. I took personal what happened to me as a child.

After therapy I realize that I am able to take care of me and to protect myself. What happened in the past had nothing to do with me. I just happened to be caught in someone else’s hell or those were the circumstances my soul chose for my purpose in this lifetime.

I have been in   codependent relationships that relied on me being disabled in sort of way,  be it physical or psychological. We were both needy and dependant. It was not healthy because it enabled dysfunction.

My faith in God is strengthened after therapy.  I know God will provide me with the power to change the parts of my personality that do not serve me well. I am a work in progress and every day I am provided with opportunities to be better than the day before.  I have self-worth. I know what I bring to the table of love. My spot in the Universe is important. I have confidence in my ABILITY to manifest the vision God has given me for my life. 

After therapy I still stumble and on occasion fall down but the difference is I don’t sit in it, or feel sorry for myself. I search for the Silver Lining my grandmother Mamie J Coopwood taught me could be found inside every cloud. The lesson gleaned provides the springboard to change. She also taught me that Practice makes perfect. So I believe without a doubt that the tools I practiced in  therapy will continue to provide support out in the REAL WORLD.   I am better today than yesterday but not as good as I will be tomorrow. I am grateful for God’s Grace and Mercy. Holding on to Happy is easy to do after therapy.

Healer heal thyself

Even when I am mess I still put on my vest with a “S” on my chest, cause I’m a SUPERWOMAN. It amazes me how I can encourage and motivate others when my heart is filled with tears. Today is one of those days when I just want to go back to bed and party with pity all by myself. But I know that is just a feeling. I am not my feelings and crying releases endorphins. God gave us a wondrous gift of tears to cleanse our souls of the negative energy from fear and doubt. It has been said that FEAR is False Evidence Appearing Real. After a good cry I ALWAYS feel better. I can see clearly and the pain is gone after a good cry.
Call me a cry baby if you want, but I praise God for giving me my own personal windshield wipers in the form of tears. I am able to go on with my calling to help heal others that cross my path with encouraging energy. My smile or a kind word starts a chain reaction that can travel around the world. Now that is a SUPERWOMAN POWER. 9e8d5713f9a890f00f9586e9c7054481

Core Beliefs “dichotomies”

Thank God I am not my feelings.

I realized in therapy that one of my core beliefs was “I am not safe”. I am grateful for awareness and the ability to change that belief to “I am always protected by God’s Love. Always.

Cognitively I know that I am safe but if triggered I feel as if my life is at stake.  Before therapy I would run.  After therapy I can use my tools, like grounding, walking, talking, dancing or asking for help when all else fails.  Praying and going to church are the most effective when strongholds are at play.

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“crazy” woman talking (a personal trigger)

Calling someone crazy is the lowest of the low digs that an emotional antagonist uses to dismiss and discount someone with mental illness.  We with mental illness struggle to not feel, think, or appear crazy. It hurts worse when it comes from someone that has first hand knowledge of your struggle to overcome the stigma of mental illness.

Calling someone crazy is like throwing a dagger that lands in the middle of our heart and it stays there for days while we struggle to tell ourselves that we arenot crazy.

We are what happened to us.  We did not give ourselves P,T.S.D. or depression.

I have worked hard in therapy to undo what has been done unto me and to call me crazy invalidates every thing I have sacrificed to be make myself whole.

Calling me crazy triggers me to a place that is hard to return.  The spirits of the past are all too willing to remind me of what happened to me.  I have to fight to keep from falling into the deep hole of depression.

In the past it took me weeks, even months to return to a place of peace where I control the thoughts and images that enter my mind.  I mean, really?, do people really think  I enjoy this shit?  I isolate because I am bruised and cant stand for anyone to look at me feeling defeated.   I want to disappear and not have to deal with the exhaustion of fighting an invisible enemy.

Depression

I feel it licking at my heels

it pulls and laughs at me

challenging me

I have to dig deep

pull out what God has given me for this storm

God can you hear me

as I scream from the depth of my soul

no sound

bound

it is grabbing my ankles

its slithers up my legs

when it reaches my heart

I am full

I burst when it reaches my mind

I sling slander in my path

so you wont hinder my form of descent

into the pits of hell

depression says

sunshine blue skies seem so far a way

But God, when I reach my lowest

the light is waiting

it holds me

it consoles me

I breath in the energy

I need to make this reappearance sweet

I retreat

the light of love

heals me with relief

I remember

whose I am

free

breath

peace

by mozayik “the souls’ poet”

Triggers (only applied knowledge is truly powerful.

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Before therapy I was unaware of my triggers and could not escape the insidious cycles with their regretful aftermath.  In therapy I learned to identify my triggers, accept the reasons, and learn new coping skills (that have to practiced) to recover quicker.

The triggers have not gone away but after therapy I am more able to prepare when possible.  If I know a situation will cause me to be triggered I can use skills practiced in therapy by planning ahead.

Once triggered one skill I use often is to ground myself by observing my surroundings and telling my mind and body, “that was then, this is NOW.  I am NOT a vulnerable little girl anymore.  I am NOW an adult able to protect myself.  I may have a memory of a past traumatic event that “feels like” what is happening now but the BIG difference is the tools my therapist gave me.

Therapy was about doing the work to know self, accept self and to love self.

If therapy is truly working self acceptance will be your anchor while healing.  This was the essential ingredient I needed to heal.  Understanding self empowered me to change.

I will be talking about triggers for a while because after therapy the work continues. Knowledge is not truly powerful until applied.

A letter to survivors

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If you had told me that I would I be living this free two years ago, I would not have believed you. Two years ago, events happened that triggered my healing. I have post-traumatic stress disorder. PTSD is a result of surviving childhood sexual abuse, abandonment, neglect, and rape before the age of five. Five is the age of the first rape memory at the hands of my mothers’ boyfriend.

Writing saved my life. Words were my saviors. This is why I am compelled to tell my story. I do not tell it to gain pity or fame. I tell it because I was born to tell it. So I tell. Everywhere I go I tell.

I want to tell my story of PTSD because most of us do not know what that looks like on an African American girl or woman. The number is many but until…

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Resentment (it is a state of mind)

Resentment equals un-forgiveness.  Letting go is healthy.  Holding grudges is a poison that erodes every relationship, especially the one we have with ourselves.  Loving ourselves includes not letting animosity rent space in our hearts or heads.